Bella Sant Joan Despi Whore ❤️

About Seville

So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

Policía local

The reason of picking up this hotel is that it is ticking quite a few boxes - budget/breakfast/hotel chain/proximity to the airport/hour-check in/good reviews. It is around Euros per night .

Y’know, sometimes I wander the streets at night. Those dark cobblestones echo with the foreshadowing of a new day. Even as I get lost, I feel at home. Every misstep is like a scene cut from a script, chaotic and unexpected. It’s a funky metaphor for all of our fucked-up lives.

Fig. 2. Water treatment flowchart at the Sant Joan Despí drinking water...